Stand back.
He knows.
He knows everything.
Come on.
We got to alert security.
His g*n's missing.
You really want to do this?
You really want a b*llet in your back?
Keep moving.
Go.
I don't see him.
No, he's still not picking up his phone.
Friend-Finder said he's here, but...
Magnum?
Magnum.
Magnum.
Uh, hey, uh, over here.
I've been calling you.
Where have you been?
What's that?
Step aside, Magnum.
Are you seriously trying to hide a goat from me?
I wasn't trying to hide the goat.
Okay, maybe I was trying to hide the goat just a little bit.
Ah, she's pretty adorable.
Her name's Ellie.
She's super sweet.
- Where did you find her?
- Wait.
Oh, my God.
You accepted this goat as payment, didn't you?
Mr.
Castro was short on cash.
What am I gonna do?
Magnum, we've had this discussion so many times.
We do not barter our services for homemade pies...
Those things lasted a month.
- ...crocheted sweaters...
- It was very soft.
Who wears a sweater in Hawaii?
And we don't work for livestock.
I mean, she's better than a lawn mower.
You should see her eat grass.
She's like a machine.
You're gonna call Mr.
Castro and demand some actual payment.
Nice goat.
Let me guess.
You sent Jack out to get your money, and he came back with some beans.
Ellie is much better than some beans.
Eh, not really.
You can eat beans.
You're supposed to be on my side.
TC, thank you so much for filling in for me on this case.
Well, you got a clipped wing.
Glad I could pitch in.
Is this suit really necessary?
It adds a certain air of authority.
I think it'll really help with the interrogation.
Your size doesn't hurt, either.
He means you're big and scary.
Why I got to be scary?
It just...
it might be a cliché, but the good cop/bad cop thing works, and, well, since Magnum here isn't exactly innately intimidating...
I can be intimidating.
- Not really.
- Mm...
It's not about who's the most intimidating, it's about getting the job done.
And the good cop/bad cop thing works.
Bad cop, good cop.
Okay.
Okay, quiet.
Behave.
This is our client.
Mr. Kahele.
Hi.
I'm here with Mr. Magnum and our associate Mr. Calvin.
They're about to head out to you now.
Oh, great.
- Everything set up?
- Yes.
I did everything you asked.
You really think this will work?
Mr. Kahele, we can assure you that it will.
Right, boys?
Yes.
Yes.
So, as efficiency experts, we are brought on to examine productivity, and we just want to get a sense of everyone's role here.
So I'm not in trouble?
No, absolutely not.
Uh, can you tell us the hardest part - about your job?
- With sales, it's all about keeping those numbers up.
But, you know, most folks won't buy anything until you convince them they need it.
I follow basic security protocols.
- Such as?
- Hourly patrols, always being vigilant.
You'd be surprised how many people wander in pretending to work here just to use the john.
Yeah, um...
So, can you describe the most challenging part of your job?
Well, I'm I.T., so spam.
A-Also, uh, people looking at p*rn on their work computers.
And, you know, one click, you can download enough malware to crash the entire system.
Can you tell us about a time when you worked together as a team to solve an issue?
It's not a lot of teamwork here.
It's pretty cutthroat.
- Mm.
- Mm.
Well.
Your shoulder healed up fast.
Thought you were doing inventory.
You're not really hurt, are you?
You know...
I think it's this delicious Scotch.
It just sort of loosened it up a bit.
Well, it's good Scotch, but it's not that good.
Why the fake injury?
All right, fine.
I thought it was the best way to get out of working the Sun-Smooth case, and that is all I wish to say about it.
You know, I sometimes tend bar here.
And it's my job to lend a sympathetic ear.
Rick...
I would really appreciate it if we could drop the matter.
If I could just say one thing.
I just...
I'd rather you didn't.
Listen, I-I think lying to Thomas this early in your partnership...
that's not a good thing.
But he's never going to find out about it.
Is he?
Not from me.
Thank you.
So, as a mid-level manager, what is your least favorite part of the job?
One of the downsides of being a P.I.
on a relatively small island is that sometimes you'll unexpectedly run into people you've dealt with on other jobs.
Uh, I guess that'd have to be the travel.
I'm on the road a lot.
When that happens, all you can do is put your best poker face on and hope they don't recognize you.
What consulting firm are you with again?
A boutique firm here in town.
Boutique firm.
Right.
Cut the crap.
You're not corporate efficiency experts.
You're a P.I.
Don't know who you are, but I'm guessing you work with him.
I think you're mistaken.
You really don't remember me?
My wife hired you to follow me.
Last year.
We had a run-in at the Halekulani.
I gave you a panda eye?
Bop.
Remember?
Seriously, you don't remember this?
Todd Stewart.
I caught him cheating on his wife.
Only one move now.
I think you're confusing me for someone else.
Come on, man.
Don't play dumb.
I haven't punched anyone in the face since Randy Flynn in ninth grade.
You think I'm not gonna remember some guy I hit?
How is your wife?
Ex-wife.
She divorced me.
I lost half of everything, thanks to you.
You mean thanks to you stepping out on her.
When they told us consultants were here to evaluate us, I thought I was gonna end up jobless and homeless, too.
So what is going on here?
Look, man, we can't even talk to you about it right now.
Well, I guess I'm just gonna have to out you, then.
Why would you want to do that?
Because everybody is on edge.
They think their jobs are on the line.
You can't do that to people.
Okay.
Couple of weeks ago, a Sun-Smooth employee d*ed here in the building.
Yeah, Glenn Travers.
Upper management.
Had an accident, fell down the stairs and...
Wait, was there something more to it?
Well, Glenn was a 40-year-old triathlete.
No prior health issues.
You're telling me a guy like that just falls down the stairs and dies?
And plus, the-the security camera in the stairwell was pointed up when this supposedly happened.
You ask us, it's kind of suspicious.
S-So you're saying Glenn's death wasn't an accident?
Your boss thinks he was m*rder*d.
And we were hired to find out which one of you did it.
Why the hell would you tell him about that?
He was prone to allergies.
I didn't want...
I couldn't let him use the lotion...
You're not a damn doctor, Norma.
If you were smart enough to do that, you wouldn't be doing this.
When did you sh**t that?
Three weeks ago.
I sit two cubicles over from her.
Wasn't the nicest guy, huh?
I-I don't want to say anything negative about the dead, but...
he was kind of a d*ck these past few months.
I mean, he wasn't always, though.
- What changed?
- I don't know.
I mean, Glenn was awesome.
Then, overnight, he went from being the guy you'd do anything for to being the guy that made you dread coming to work.
He started riding everyone.
Especially Norma.
Shouldn't the cops be looking into this?
They haven't been notified.
'Cause of the takeover, right?
- You know about that?
- Dude.
Everyone knows.
Some big-ass company wants to gobble us up.
Everybody's scared about that, too.
- It means layoffs are coming.
- Yeah.
Sun-Smooth doesn't want the controversy of a homicide investigation.
Especially if it turns out to be nothing.
Still, your boss wants to do the right thing.
He just wants to keep it on the low.
Totally get that.
Where were you when Glenn d*ed?
Uh...
Maui.
Meeting with clients.
Can we confirm that?
W-Why would I lie?
Well, if you k*lled Glenn, you would have a really good reason to lie.
But-but I didn't.
Honestly, man, I-I didn't-I didn't do it.
How would you like to help us?
Whoa.
Hang on.
Can I talk to you?
Sure.
Just one-one second.
What are you doing?
Well, he already knows who we are and why we're here.
Plus, there's a lot of employees here, and, uh, I don't know, might be good to have somebody on the inside.
- Yeah, what if he blabs?
- He's not gonna blab.
He looks like a blabber.
Mm, little bit.
But trust me, it's gonna work.
So, what do you say?
I kind of make a great spy.
I was thinking the same thing.
Are you sulking?
I'm not sulking.
Rick, you're a little sulky.
Okay, yes, I am sulking.
Because I lied to Magnum?
No, because you made a liar out of me, too.
- How so?
- Because of this.
This thing.
I know the truth, and the truth sucks 'cause it's making me lie to my best friend.
Okay.
I understand the quandary that I'm putting you in and I am sorry.
But I have my reasons.
- Well, then tell them to Thomas.
- I can't.
He will understand.
I promise.
Rick...
it's embarrassing.
Look, we all do stupid things, like, uh, buy a bar with no business plan or capital, or get caught shoplifting when you're a kid and have your crooked uncle have to pay off the cops so they look the other way.
The point is, it's life, and a part of living is having a past full of mistakes.
And whatever yours is, Thomas will understand.
That's the beauty of that guy, he-he doesn't judge.
Perhaps.
But I do.
Myself, most harshly.
And any imperfections of my character, and this mistake...
...showed great weakness.
That's the camera that was found pointed up.
This is where Glenn's body was.
It's got a pretty good angle of the spot.
Yeah.
But if you do this...
Not so much.
Our client said Glenn preferred to take the stairs over the elevator.
Yeah, so if you planned on knocking him down the stairs, you would take care of the camera beforehand.
You wouldn't even have to be as tall as you to point it up.
Yeah, and that leaves just about everybody that works here as a suspect.
And they got, like, 100 employees.
Hey, TC.
Check it out.
Oh, disposable vape pen.
Looks like somebody was getting their smoke on up in here.
It's got some lipstick on it, too.
It's a female worker who was probably on this floor, and if she came here often, maybe she saw something.
I used to have one of those.
The patch.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
It worked pretty good, too.
Except, uh...
I would still sneak a smoke every day.
How about you?
Yeah, me, too.
Let me guess.
Disposable vape pen?
- How did you know?
- Well, we found one in the stairwell.
That was you?
Maybe.
- Uh, you mind if I ask...
- Okay, look, I know I'm supposed to smoke outside, but it just takes ten minutes to go up and down the elevator, and it's way more efficient for me to smoke in the stairwell.
I know it's not allowed, and I know I shouldn't do it, but, honestly, I only do it to save time.
So it was you that moved the camera then?
Yeah.
I don't want to get caught.
Am I fired?
No, sis.
So maybe the k*ller got lucky that she pointed the camera up.
Yeah, seems that way.
So what's next?
Well, I had Todd look into Norma.
The one that Glenn was chewing out on the video?
It seems like Glenn really had it out for her.
Maybe she just got tired of it.
I thought people only met in dark parking lots in the movies.
This is kind of cool.
Well, you know, if we keep meeting in the office, people might get suspicious.
Oh, yeah.
That's a good point.
So, did you find anything?
Yeah, so I'm, uh, I'm tight with Norma's assistant.
She's kind of into me.
- You know, she's pretty cute, too.
- Todd, Todd.
- Focus, focus.
- Right, uh, so Norma was out sick the week that Glenn d*ed.
So that clears her.
That's two down and 98 to go.
Okay.
Is there anybody else you might think could want to hurt Glenn?
Take your pick.
I mean, Glenn was president of sales.
Everyone who reported to him...
which was most of us...
we all hated his guts.
Man, we really got to figure out a way to narrow down this list of suspects.
You know, maybe we're going about this the wrong way.
If we're just looking into people that might have an a* to grind with Glenn, it's not gonna get us far.
We should start looking into people who were actually nice to him.
Oh, like somebody that was planting an alibi by being too nice.
Oh, that's easy.
Cal Harper.
He manages retail chain sales.
He's a major kiss-ass.
He'd do a-a coffee run for Glenn every afternoon.
I'm talking, like, every day.
I mean, dude had no shame.
Actually, uh, mm...
Here.
All right, that's Cal at-at company picnic last year.
Although, I don't think he's got the stones to k*ll anyone.
You never know.
Might be worth looking into.
Okay, okay.
So how do we proceed?
Uh...
You know what?
Why don't you go to Leonard's Bakery, pick up, say, 100 malasadas.
Malasadas, okay.
I could do that.
I could do that.
Bakeries are, like, my thing.
Yeah.
What are you thinking?
Well, I'm thinking, company of this size, it's always someone's birthday.
Mm.
Get a couple of cinnamon sugars, please ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday to you ♪ ♪ Happy birthday ♪ ♪ Dear Marcus ♪ ♪ Happy birthday ♪ ♪ To you.
♪ Brilliant move, TM.
And our boy, Todd, out there, he ain't doing too bad.
Well, as long as it gives us enough time to download Cal's hard drive.
Hopefully, we can find a motive.
I got to say, TM, I mean, people don't seem to be too heartbroken that Glenn d*ed.
I can't blame 'em.
You saw him on that video.
Dude was obviously a first-class jerk.
That's true, but doesn't mean the guy deserved to die.
I mean, this isn't about what kind of person he was.
This is about right and wrong.
I knew you would say that.
Oh, hey, Mr.
Peele.
How can we help you, man?
I-I was just gonna do a systems update.
What are you guys doing here?
Oh, we were just, uh, going through some sales numbers.
N-No interest in the party?
I hear those malasadas are pretty tasty.
Yeah, you know, I didn't get an invite.
Nobody ever invites me to stuff like that.
Really?
Well, th-that's something we should definitely take note of, because part of what we're doing here is to make sure that the company is all-inclusive and it's across the board.
Well, thanks.
I'd appreciate that.
Just gonna be a couple more minutes.
Good?
Oh, yeah, no, no.
Go ahead, take your time.
Take your time.
Okay.
Bye.
Mahalo.
Have a good one.
What, bruh, you guys going to a funeral?
No, just working a case.
Yeah.
P.I., too, now, huh?
No, I'm just helping these guys while Higgy's on the mend.
Or maybe you need some extra money.
Business not going so well?
Island Hoppers is doing just fine.
Damn near got more business than we can handle.
Yeah?
If you're so busy, how can you afford to take a day off?
Is our food ready yet?
Here it is.
Enjoy your grindz, P.I.
Hey, TC, don't worry about it.
He's just busting your balls, man.
Yeah, I'm about to bust his, too.
A whole lot more.
Trust me.
How's the shoulder doing?
Why?
Because I'm curious if you're getting better.
Yeah.
Yes.
It's convalescing quite nicely.
Thank you.
Anything on the hard drive?
Well, if Cal was angry with Glenn, there's nothing about it in any of his e-mails or texts.
Wait.
This is interesting.
One of Cal's web searches prior to Glenn Travers' sudden and unexpected demise was undetectable poisons.
Specifically, those that can be ingested.
Some of these could cause a heart att*ck.
Wait a minute, didn't Cal deliver Glenn coffee every afternoon?
Yeah, according to Todd.
Be an easy way to poison someone.
So maybe Glenn wasn't pushed down the stairs, maybe he was poisoned and then he fell.
Seems like Cal just became our main suspect.
So you think, turning off the AC, and giving Cal an extra short chair is gonna make him spill his guts about k*lling Glenn?
The point is to make him feel as uncomfortable as possible, so that Magnum can rescue him and build some kind of rapport.
Remember, he's the good cop to your bad cop.
If we can get Cal to feel like Magnum is an ally, he may feel free to be honest with him.
We need to interrogate him without it feeling like we are, so maybe we can get a motive out of him.
In the meantime, I've retained an independent pathologist to do a private autopsy on Mr.
Travers so we can ascertain if there was any poison in his system.
And, also, Kumu just called.
Mr. Castro is at Robin's Nest because you called him to discuss the goat.
Now I know you're working on this case, so I'm gonna have to deal with it, but I...
Hey, uh, Higgy, I got to go.
Okay, I know you don't want to discuss this right now, - but I would really...
- No, it's-it's not that.
Uh, our suspect's here.
How convenient.
Good luck.
So.
How long do you plan on keeping up this little charade?
I don't know.
He's gonna find out, you know.
He's a pretty good detective.
Ah.
Thought you gents could use a pick-me-up.
Double sh*t latte?
No, thanks.
Uh...
sure.
Yeah.
Have-have a seat.
That's me.
Always anticipating things before they come up.
Sign of a good manager, am I right?
That's what we're here to find out.
See how efficiently things are running around here.
Okay.
How you doing?
Little warm?
Yeah, it's a...
bit warm, thanks.
Crank up the AC for you.
Should be good.
Okay, so, we evaluated your performance over the past year, and we have to say, it was quite excellent.
Sales were up every quarter.
- Yeah.
- Still...
could've been better.
You know, your seat seems a little bit low.
- Let me help you with that.
- Yeah.
How's that?
- Good.
- Good, perfect.
We'll cut to the chase, Cal.
We're here to see why sales weren't stronger.
We know it wasn't the product.
I mean, it's the best sunscreen on the market.
But we have a theory.
Your late boss, Glenn Travers, he wasn't too popular.
See, it seems like everybody 'round here had a little issue with him.
We just want to know what yours was.
See how that factored into things.
Look, as long as you're straight with us, I can personally guarantee you you will not lose your job.
I don't know what to tell you.
We had a good relationship.
It's been 30 minutes.
This guy ain't breaking.
Yeah, I know.
Might have to turn up the heat on this guy.
How?
I've been mad-dogging the man since he sat down.
I don't know how much more "bad cop" I can get.
How 'bout this?
Imagine that's Kamekona sitting across from you.
I think I could work with that.
Yeah, let's do this.
All right, Cal.
Time to cut the crap.
'Cause best believe you ain't gonna like where this is going if you keep playing us.
Pl-Playing you?
- What?
- Don't deny it.
Uh, hey-hey, Mr. Kelvin.
Uh... give us a minute.
You better remember what I'm telling you, Cal.
My God, what was that about?
He knows you're lying about Glenn.
I'm not.
I swear.
Oh, come on.
No one's relationship is perfect.
You and Glenn must have had a disagreement at some point.
And we're gonna find out about it.
Trust me.
All right, fine.
There was an issue.
Go on.
The son of a bitch lied to me.
Um...
He break?
He just said Glenn promised him stock options if the acquisition went through.
Found out Glenn was lying.
He wasn't getting anything, not a single share.
Oh, so Glenn cost him a whole lot of cash.
Looks like we found our motive.
Mr.
Castro, thanks for stopping by.
Hey, Ms.
Higgins.
Looks like you guys been taking good care of Ellie.
She seems happy.
Plenty of grass to eat.
Yes, she's, uh, she's lovely.
I offered Mr. Magnum a payment plan for solving my case, but he said he'd take Ellie instead.
So, about that...
I guess he told you that the farm is going under.
We're shutting down.
Oh.
Anyway, he called.
He said he needed to see me.
You know what it's about?
Um...
It's about Ellie, isn't it?
You know, she can get fussy, but...
couple of apples a day usually fixes that.
I...
I'm sure that's what it was.
Ellie.
Thanks for the tip.
You're welcome.
Hey.
Bye, girl.
You're gonna be real happy here.
These are good people.
So long.
Looks like Thomas isn't the only softie around here.
Hey, Cal.
We need to talk.
I know what this is about.
You do?
Yeah.
I'm gone.
You're f*ring me.
No, it's much worse than that.
What do you mean?
We're not corporate consultants.
We're private investigators.
I don't understand.
Cal, I hired them to find out who m*rder*d Glenn.
What?
m*rder*d?
What are you...
Glenn fell down the stairs.
We think he was poisoned first.
Best guess is arsenic, which can cause heart att*cks.
You put it in his coffee, didn't you?
The one you got for him every afternoon?
Look, if you just admit what you did, things'll go so much easier for you.
Okay, I got him coffee, yes.
He was leaving the office a lot in the middle of the day, and was always cranky when he got back.
He was just easier to deal with after he got some caffeine in him.
But I didn't poison him.
Then how do you explain the Tuesday before Glenn d*ed, you were researching poison on your office computer after work?
Tuesday...
That's not possible.
I was not in the office that night.
I was with my wife at our son's school play.
Not according to the security log in the parking garage.
Says here that you were parked until 10:32 p.m.
Yeah, that's 'cause I snuck out of the office early that night.
I knew that Glenn sometimes checked those logs and I didn't want him to know I took off.
So I left my car in the garage, took an Uber to school, then came back after the play.
If you don't believe me, you can check with the school.
I was not in the office.
I was not here.
Looks like Cal was telling the truth.
He was at the play.
So he's in the clear.
Maybe.
But it also means someone else was using Cal's computer to research poison.
Yes, but why... to frame him?
Cover their tracks?
So, the pathologist that we retained did some tests on the late Mr.
Travers to see if there were any substances from that list in his system.
They found one, but it wasn't the one I was expecting.
What was it?
It was an antacid.
- Antacid?
- Mm-hmm.
You mean, the kind of stuff you use for an upset stomach?
Exactly.
Except that Mr. Travers had five times the suggested amount in his system.
Could that cause a heart att*ck?
An irregular heartbeat, perhaps.
In some cases, a coma.
But the associated symptoms would be nausea, vomiting, abdominal pain, headache.
Mr. Travers would have been utterly miserable.
So maybe this was an accident after all.
Guy just fell down the stairs.
Maybe, but it still doesn't explain why a Sun-Smooth employee was researching poisons.
Nor why Mr. Travers had an excess of one of those substances on the list in his system.
I think, clearly, someone meant to do him harm.
So this ain't over.
No.
Definitely not over.
Just got more complicated.
So here's a list of people that were in the building the day the search was done on Cal's computer.
- Which means...
- One of 'em's our perp.
I'm way ahead of you, dawg.
Man, why don't you just tell us if any of them had it out for Glenn?
Okay, sure.
Uh, let's see.
We got...
Buh-buh-buh-buh- buh-buh-buh.
Mm...
Susie Nakamura, Glenn's old assistant.
Got hammered at the corporate retreat.
You should've seen her.
She was talking trash about him.
Definitely worth a look.
- Mm-hmm.
- Um...
Buh-buh buh-buh...
Oh.
Malcolm Hayes was convinced Glenn had it in for him.
- Mm-hmm.
- I mean, I think I like him for this, too.
Okay.
Uh, who else we got...
Ooh.
Josh Lieberman.
Got passed over for a promotion, but Josh is way too much of a wuss to k*ll anyone.
So, um, what's-what's our next move?
What are we doing?
What are we doing?
Well, your next move would probably be to go up to the office and just await further instruction.
So you're saying I-I should go back to the office.
Yeah, we'll let you know if we need anything else, dawg.
All right, roger that.
Thanks, Todd.
We should probably look into those three people.
And in the meantime, I'm also gonna text Higgins, see if she can track down that CCTV footage from the building.
I thought you two already did that and came up empty.
Well, we did, but I want to see if she can track down - Cal's coffee run the day Glenn d*ed.
- Ah.
So you think somebody spiked it along the way?
Well, it's still the perfect delivery system.
And although it may not have been Cal, it could be somebody else.
So we heard a rumor you were being very critical of your old boss at the retreat, Susie.
Yeah, you seemed pretty worked up.
Could you talk about that?
I was just under a lot of stress.
I mean, if you think it's tough being a sales rep under Glenn, you can't imagine what it's like being his assistant.
It was so much pressure.
He could work you pretty hard, huh?
It wasn't just that.
Susie, you can trust us.
It's better if you tell us everything.
It's just...
I'm not supposed to say.
Uh...
Glenn didn't want me telling anyone.
Well, I don't mean to sound cold, but...
Glenn has passed.
It's okay to talk about it.
Okay.
Glenn would leave the office a lot in the afternoon.
Yeah, we heard about that.
We checked his calendar, and he had client meetings at those times.
No, he didn't.
He just put the appointments in there so no one would get suspicious.
So what was he doing?
He was undergoing chemo treatment for, like, the last several months.
Glenn had cancer?
It was so hard lying to everyone about it.
I-I just wanted to respect his wishes.
He was very sick.
We understand, Susie.
You were just trying to be loyal.
I think, uh, that's all the questions we have for today.
Thank you.
Okay.
So there was a mood change several months ago.
This could be the reason why.
Yeah, I'd be surly, too, if I had cancer and was undergoing chemo.
Hold on.
Let me, uh...
make a call.
Noelani, it's Magnum.
I have a question for you.
If someone was undergoing chemotherapy and they took, say, five times the normal amount of an antacid, uh, what would happen?
Okay, thanks.
The combination of chemotherapy and that much antacid could cause a heart att*ck.
So this just went back to being a m*rder.
Or, at very least, manslaughter.
Higgins.
- What'd you find?
- So, the day he d*ed, Cal went out to get Glenn's coffee from Island Roast and bring it back to the office, as usual.
But on the way back, he was delayed, because he bumped into some coworkers in the lobby, and he had to take the coffee up to the office kitchen to warm it up.
And it appears that someone may have had the opportunity to spike it.
Who?
Jim Peele, uh, from I.T.
He came into the kitchen while Cal was in there warming up the coffee, and from the camera angle it's hard to tell for sure, but he's definitely close enough to have put something in the cup.
Do you think it's possible Jim used your computer when you were at your son's play?
Yeah, it is.
I'd been having trouble with my e-mail, so I asked I.T. to take a look.
Jim never said if he did, but, as I recall, I stopped having e-mail issues the next day.
So, maybe on top of fixing your e-mail, he also took the opportunity to do some research on poison.
Well, why use my computer for that?
Maybe he wanted another suspect out there in case people got suspicious of him.
Do you think there's any reason why Jim would want Glenn dead?
Actually, yes.
Jim probably came across this e-mail to me from Glenn.
Oh, wow.
Glenn was gonna let Jim go.
If he came across this when he was on your computer, maybe it set him off, and he started looking at ways to get back at Glenn, including poisoning him.
Yeah, I think we definitely have our guy.
I'll go track him down.
Thanks, Cal.
Appreciate it.
I'm gonna call Katsumoto and then fill in Kahele.
Find Jim.
Bring him in for a little chat.
What if he doesn't want to come?
TC, the beauty of having you as a partner is you're big and intimidating.
He's not gonna say no to you.
All right, I'll be back in a few minutes with our boy.
Who are those two guys you're talking to?
And don't tell me they're corporate consultants.
'Cause I know that they're not.
Hey, Jim.
Jim, need to talk to you, buddy.
I was thinking the same thing.
Why don't we go for a walk?
Something's not right.
Why is that?
TC should have been back by now.
Hey, this is TC.
Leave a message.
You know what, call HPD.
Ask for Detective Katsumoto and tell him Magnum said there's a potential k*ller loose in this building.
And lock this door.
He knows.
He knows everything.
Look, man, you don't have to make things worse on yourself.
I didn't mean to k*ll Glenn.
I-I just meant to make him sick 'cause I-I thought he was gonna fire me.
How was I supposed to know he had cancer?
Man, I-I believe that.
I'm sure the cops will, too.
You didn't mean to hurt anybody.
You're just saying that.
Uh-uh.
Get in the car.
You drive.
Come on!
Go on, get in.
Go!
Okay.
Where we going?
You got a helicopter, right?
You're gonna fly us off the Island.
- You know I'm a pilot?
- Yeah, that's right.
I did some checking based on what Todd told me.
Just drive.
Yeah, I know what you're thinking: playing a game of chicken to save one of your best friends...
not a great rescue plan.
But right now, it's the only one I got.
Wh-What's he doing?
If we're going down, so are you.
What?
- Are you crazy?
T-Turn the car.
- Nope.
Turn the car!
Turn it!
Turn it, turn it, turn it!
TC.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Stay there.
Door's locked.
HPD!
Drop the g*n.
O-Okay.
Put your hands on your head.
- Do it now.
- Okay, okay, okay.
Okay.
Okay.
To the victors go the free beers.
Ah.
Mahalo.
I got to ask, though, were you really gonna crash into him?
Oh, come on, who said I couldn't be intimidating?
Oh, you were most definitely intimidating.
And you owe me big time, Higgy.
Pretty sure I got a concussion covering for you.
Yes, I-I truly appreciate it, TC.
Thank you, and, uh, sorry.
- Cheers.
- Cheers.
Could I just have a quick word with you?
Sure.
Thanks.
Um, so I have a small confession to make.
- Um...
- Let me guess.
Your shoulder's fine.
How do you know that?
I found out Todd Stewart worked for Sun-Smooth.
I figured you knew that and were looking for an excuse not to work the case.
Then you know...
That you went out with him when he was married, yes.
When his ex-wife hired me, I looked into everybody he had been out with, and that list included you.
Okay, I-I just want you to know that it was one date, and I swear I didn't know that he was married.
Honestly, you don't have to tell me anything.
No, I do.
I want to be honest with you.
I met him at one of Robin Masters' charity events.
And I guess I was just...
a bit blind.
It was when I'd just come to the Island, and...
I was lonely.
Why didn't you say anything?
Because I didn't want to embarrass you.
You didn't tell me, so I didn't want to make you tell me.
That was kind of you.
Look, you let your guard down, okay?
It's...
it's not a big deal.
Thanks.
Does this mean I get to keep the goat?
No, it does not mean that you get to keep the goat, Magnum.
Why not?
There's plenty of space for a goat.
- Goats are so cute.
- How are you gonna look after a goat?
You can't look after yourself.
Oh, that's not true.
Not entirely true.
Somewhat true.